He was disoriented when his phone buzzed with an unexpected text message from the mistress — his anonymous, dominant lover. He had been fantasizing about her all week but hadn't heard a peep since their last session.
The message was curt: "Report to my home for tonight's session. Be prepared."
His heart raced as he drove to her place, already anticipating her orders. He parked and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.
She greeted him with a tight, "Welcome back," and he immediately handed over his phone — she always monitored him during their sessions.
"Strip," she commanded, watching as he obeyed. She guided him into the bedroom by the collar. Once he was naked and blindfolded, she ordered him to get on all fours. He felt the weight of a toy, heavy and unapologetic against his backside. "This is for later. Now, spread your cheeks."
He whimpered as he felt the first strikes from the flogger — hard, stinging blows that left no part of him untouched.
When she finally stopped, he was panting, completely spent and used. He heard the toy being opened and felt her thighs pressing against his ass cheeks, spreading him wider.
"Time for the main event," she growled before the taste of rubber filled his mouth as she fucked him in silence.
He moaned — it had been too long since he'd felt that heavy, unyielding plastic pressing against him. She reached around to guide herself, slamming into him harder with each thrust.
"Say please," she ordered breathlessly.
"Please, Mistress… I need more…"
She smiled at his submission and picked up speed, the sound of her hips slapping against his ass echoing in the room. "No more fucking until you cum — not my fault you haven't had enough yet."
As if to drive home her point, she reached for the lube and poured it over him. He moaned as he felt the first, cold touch of the toy, stretching him wide open. She fucked him with it, the ridges pressing deep inside until he was begging.
"Please, Mistress — I can't take anymore…"
She pulled away, and he whimpered at the loss. "No more toys — now it's my hand. Open up."
He spread his cheeks as much as he could, feeling her fingers spreading lube on him. Then the pressure of the first finger entering him, stretching him to the brink.
"Such a tight, used little toy," she murmured before adding another finger and scissoring them inside him.
He moaned — it was too much, the burning stretch of his walls as they stretched around her fingers. "More…" He whimpered and begged for more until finally, he felt the tip of something else pressing against his hole.
"Time to fuck that tight little ass," she growled before slowly, steadily pushing inside him. He gasped at the feeling of being filled — stretched wide by the unyielding weight of her cock as it buried itself deep inside him.
He was pinned, completely impaled on her — and she hadn't even started fucking yet.
"Ride me," she ordered, and he began to move, rocking back to fuck himself harder onto her cock. She reached around to guide his hips, controlling every move with her hands as she fucked him in long, slow strokes.
He was completely at her mercy — used, stretched, and thoroughly fucked by her. She felt even better than the toys, more real and intimate somehow.
"Please," he begged. "I need to cum…"
She just laughed darkly and kept pounding into him, feeling his inner walls clenching around her cock as he lost control.
"That's it — fuck my cock. Cum all over me," she ordered, and with a few more deep strokes, he finally let go, the spasms of his ass milking her cock as he shot all over both of them.
He was totally spent, completely used up by the time she pulled out and tossed him aside like a rag doll. He lay there panting, thoroughly fucked and thoroughly owned — just where he belonged.
"Good boy," she murmured, and he felt his cheeks flush at her praise. She cleaned him up with a warm cloth, toweled him dry, and then guided him into position for more. He was still shaking from the intensity of that last orgasm, but within moments, she had already started fucking him again — this time with even less lubrication than before.
He barely had time to catch his breath before he was moaning and panting again, completely lost in the relentless thrusts of her cock as it stretched and used him. He was nothing more than a toy for her to abuse at will, and he fucking loved every second of it.
"Please," he whimpered between strokes — he had no idea what he was begging for anymore, only that he needed more. He would keep going until his ass was raw and bleeding if she wanted him to.
"You are my property," she growled as her hands grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back to watch his cum drip down his thighs. "And this is your cum — you earned it." She finally let up, collapsing over him with her tits pressing against his back as they both panted for breath.
At some point during the night, she must have finally decided he had suffered enough because eventually, she helped him clean up, guided him to get dressed, and then walked him to the door. He was disoriented and shaking, totally spent from hours of nonstop fucking by her hand (and cock).
"Thank you, Mistress," he murmured as she leaned in and kissed him — a lingering, dominant kiss that left him even more disoriented than before.
"Don't thank me yet — I'll be in touch soon. In the meantime, think about all the ways I can use your holes. You're mine until next time."
With that, she opened the door and ushered him out, watching as he stumbled away into the night — a completely used toy, already eagerly anticipating his next session with his mistress.
